Playing Holi has never been on my agenda ever... the first time I was introduced to the thrills of playing was in my first year in law school.... and just that year the director of our school decided to issue show cause notices to all who played holi and thereafter the festival was always something to be avoided...
until this year that is.... Christy and Baby George decided to play Holi and bought special guns for the occassion...and that meant I would also play Holi ..... ofcourse Baby George could not hold his gun so had to be content with his brother taking away his gun... Christy was even smarter - he traded the two guns for a larger gun which his friend had .... At the end of all the holi celebrations Christy has so much colour on his face that his own mother could not recognise him - and could identify it was Christy only because of his broken tooth.... Baby George was bundled off to the house since instead of playing with the coloured water, he started drinking it .....
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